"To Kill and Be Happy"

[Canofceleri]

n and it might be alright with me.

 

 

Mel is sexual too. His erections were always massive, had the aura of power. What he fetishized could be dirtier than pigs fucking with the chicken wire slicing through their necks of pork and bleeding and having a real disgusting pounding orgasm with cocks and semen. Mel could do it missionary with any woman that would have him, this was a physical truth.

 

 

Twisting like leather, the neck of a red faced seven year old boy. The year was 2113 and his face would turn from red to blue before four minutes were up. The seven years old, a brown haired boy, thin and limber and true like any boy of that age. He couldn’t breathe. One day he could have fucked. Could have come in some respectable women. Could have done a lot of many things.

 

 

Mel was religious with his brothers, had a conviction of sorts that life was enough. He could run to Rome and sell the New York Herald Tribune, he could hunt a whale, he could do not much of nothing, or live for sex. Sex for life? He could shit on a mannequin. Who would think of that? And if they would, what of it? No one is fatalistic, no one is manic, no one thinks about morals but they do. No one drinks coffee anymore. Mel was religious.

 

I rest. I want.

 

Mel.

Edited July 16, 2009 by Candarelli